An online journal of the nightly (and daily) nonsense endured by a (former) bouncer at two of New York's most popular nightclubs.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

100 Words and Done

My last few posts can happen to anyone. I used to think it was a sign of weakness. I’d keep it to myself when I had feelings for anyone or anything – especially when something was lost. It never paid to show it. I don’t think that anymore. You wake up, you take your best shot, and then you go to sleep. Then you do it again. Some days you hit. Others you don’t. It doesn’t matter either way, because what you saw was where I was for the past week. It’s all over now. Everything ends, and everyone moves on.